Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Lin Wanqing's heart sank.

Teacher Gu was her greatest protection in this city. He was Old Master Xu's confidant, had watched her grow up, and had influence with both her parents and Old Master Xu. With him around, Lin Wanqing could do whatever she wanted. With him around, Xu Yuanjia couldn't openly harm her.

But now, Teacher Gu is gone.

She gripped the wheelchair armrests tightly, her nails digging into the plastic. But she quickly adjusted her expression, a practiced, perfect smile curving her lips.

"Ah Yuan, this is the first time you've come to see me on your own initiative. Is something the matter?"

Xu Yuanjia put his phone in his pocket, stood up, his collar loosely bunched up on his collarbone, making him look unexpectedly lazy and soft.

He walked up to Lin Wanqing, squatted down, and met her gaze. His expression was unusually gentle, so gentle it was unlike him.

"It is something," he said softly, "about your delusion of a marriage alliance."

Lin Wanqing's smile froze for a moment, but she bet he wouldn't dare do anything, so she stubbornly refused to back down.

"It's not just wishful thinking on my part, but that's what your parents and my parents all think. The whole world wants us to get married."

Xu Yuanjia nodded, his expression as serious as if he were listening to a child's unrealistic wish: "I know, that's why they deserve to die too."

"The whole world deserves to die."

Lin Wanqing's smile shattered completely. Looking into his cold eyes, she finally realized that the person in front of her was not Xu Yuanjia, whom she knew from her childhood—no, she had never known him at all.

"However, you said something you shouldn't have to my little bunny." Xu Yuanjia lowered his head, his gaze falling on her leg in a cast, his voice as gentle as a dying whisper, "Then, I'll deal with you first."

Lin Wanqing jerked back, causing her wheelchair to slide backward and crash into the bookshelf behind her with a thud.

Her breathing quickened, her fingers gripped the armrest tightly, her knuckles turning white: "Xu Yuanjia, you can't... My dad won't let you get away with this! Uncle Xu won't approve of what you're doing..."

Xu Yuanjia's hand landed on her plaster cast. He looked up at her, his eyes devoid of any emotion, empty like a bottomless pit.

"You think," he said in a low, dangerous, and sinister voice, audible only to her, "that the Xu family would form a marriage alliance with a woman with a crippled leg?"

Lin Wanqing's pupils suddenly contracted.

She opened her mouth to scream, but before the sound could even escape her throat, Xu Yuanjia casually told her, "My darling is very kind, but I don't have the habits of a gentleman."

As soon as the sound faded, he exerted force with both hands.

The sound of plaster shattering and bones breaking exploded simultaneously. A piercing, excruciating pain instantly shot up her calf. The man's strength was brutal and ruthless; he had broken the woman's shinbone with his bare hands.

A horrifying scream erupted in the lounge, sharp and piercing, sending chills down your spine and making the windowpanes vibrate.

The wheelchair overturned, and she fell to the ground nearly unconscious. Her leg, which had just been set, was twisted at an impossible angle, and the skin above her knee was swollen and purple, a shocking sight.

She lay on the ground, her hair disheveled, her makeup ruined by tears, her lips trembling, horrified and in excruciating pain, unable to utter a single word.

Her body curled up in pain, like a tattered, withered leaf.

Xu Yuanjia stood up and looked down at her.

The tip of his shoe was less than ten centimeters from her face.

He didn't step on it, nor did he even bother to glance at it. It was a complete disregard that came from the very core of his being.

"Insects," he said.

You don't need a second glance to crush an insect.

He turned around and left.

The door closed behind him, shutting out Lin Wanqing's sobs. The corridor was brightly lit; he squinted, took his phone from his pocket, and dialed a number.

"Next." His voice returned to its casual tone, as if he were ordering food. "It's Xu Chenglin's turn."

……

Shi Luyu returned home, closed the door, and her backpack slid to the floor. She didn't pick it up.

She took a couple of steps in the living room, stopped, and paced back and forth, her fingers gripping her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

My phone vibrated. An unknown number, a text message:

[The stage of an abandoned theater in the old town at 3 a.m.]

She stared at the screen, her heart pounding amplified several times in the quiet living room.

It's another text message from Jia Ye.

Who exactly is this Jia Ye behind the mask?

She walked to the window and forced herself to calm down and think: she couldn't make a judgment based solely on other people's opinions; she needed to confirm it herself.

She dialed Xu Yuanjia's number, but it was busy. She sent a message, but there was no reply. Only then did she realize that she hadn't seen him all day.

The phone screen went dark and then lit up again. She sent Xu Yuanjia one last message: "Brother, where are you?" There was no reply.

She closed her eyes... If Master Jia was indeed Xu Yuanjia, then she wanted to see the face beneath that mask with her own eyes.

With that in mind, she replied to the unfamiliar text message: 【Okay.】

……

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Three o'clock in the morning, in the old city.

The iron gate of the abandoned theater was ajar, and moonlight leaked through a hole in the roof, illuminating the stage. Only half of the red curtain remained, hanging on the ground covered in dust.

In the center of the stage sat an old-fashioned velvet chair, upon which sat a person. He wore a black robe and a black eagle mask.

Shi Luyu walked out from the side of the stage and stepped towards the center of the stage. "Master Jia," she called out to the distant and arrogant man.

The man replied lazily, "Being punctual is a lovely quality."

As Jia Ye watched her approach, he stretched out a hand, palm up, fingers slightly bent, waiting.

She took a deep breath and deliberately sat on his lap.

His hand landed on her waist, and through the fabric, it was burning hot.

He lifted her chin, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. "Being so good today?"

She hooked her arms around his neck, placed her fingers on the back of his neck, and said in a low voice, "You said it yourself, since we can't resist, we might as well enjoy it."

The man's body stiffened for a moment, then he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her closer to him, lowered his head, and brushed his nose against the skin of her neck, inhaling her scent.

In the blink of an eye—

Shi Luyu's right hand emerged from behind her back, a small knife between her fingers. The blade flashed in the moonlight, and using the "fast, ruthless, and accurate" attack method Xu Yuanjia had taught her, she slashed towards the man's throat!

The man quickly turned his head to avoid her, but her hand changed direction in mid-air, aiming straight for the mask on his face.

His fingers suddenly gripped her wrist, twisting it forcefully. The knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound. He also threw her off his lap, causing her to crash onto the stage floor.

"Ugh..." she groaned in pain.

Dust rose and drifted in the moonlight.

Jia stood up, licked his lips with interest, his tongue a bright red: "I really like the surprise you brought me today."

He showed no displeasure at being offended, only intense pleasure: "I love this energy in you, it's so wild."

abnormal.

She cursed inwardly.

She had only planned these two moves, and now that she had lost, she was lying on the ground, unable to get up for a while.

After finally regaining her strength, she rolled over to get up face up, when a foot suddenly and precisely stepped on her thigh, pressing her back to the ground.

The black trousers and shiny black leather shoes pressed down on her fair skin, creating slight, fleshy indentations. The pressure wasn't heavy, but it was enough to immobilize her.

Shi Luyu, having no other choice, pulled out a cold metal object from behind, gripped it tightly with both hands, and pointed the gun at his face.

The gun-holding posture was upright and steady—this was what the man had taught him last time.

Jia looked down at the gun and recognized it as the sidearm on his waist.

"You were all squirming in my lap just now, and you still had the energy to steal a gun?" He crouched down to examine her, showing no fear of the gun, only curiosity and certainty.

"You've improved, my good student."

Shi Luyu's hands were trembling, and tears welled up in her eyes but did not fall.

Her voice trembled as she stood firmly against him:

"Who...are you?"